Love biker romances?
Then today is your lucky day 🙂
I have an sexy Excerpt for you from Debra Kayn’s newest biker romance novel about the Bantorus Motorcycle Club (MC) and Lagsturns MC .
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In Debra Kayn’s newest biker romance novel, Bantorus MC and Lagsturns MC merge into a war zone of chaos where desperation and love is the only thing that’ll save them.
Slade Ramchett, vice president of the Bantorus Motorcycle club, has failed his two boys, his woman, and his club. Between battling with his ex-wife and her gambling addicted husband, Los Li shooting at his old lady, and the merge of colors with a rival MC, Slade’s ready to go out fighting before the madness infects everyone he loves.
After working years at Cactus Cove, Taylor can’t imagine life without Slade or the club. She’s definitely done keeping their relationship secret. When Slade’s world is ripped away from him, she’ll help him anyway she can…including blackmail and putting her life on the line.
He stood. “No.”
“Think about it.” She lowered her voice. “I want to help.”
Slade’s eyes darkened and his lips thinned. “Stay out of it, Taylor.”
“But we can’t give up,” she said.
He leaned over and got in her face. “I don’t give up. Those are my kids, and I’ll take care of them my way. End of discussion. If you want to talk so much, then you can explain why you’re ignoring how you bitched me out for marrying you because of my kids. You seem to want to ignore talking to me about what you meant yesterday when you threw that in my face before I returned the kids to my ex. That shit isn’t going to fly and the faster you learn that, you can stop trying to buy your way into my life. You’re my old lady. Get used to it.”
“Slade…” She clamped her lips shut.
“You heard me. There’s nothing else you can do.” He rocked back on the heels of his boots. “I’ll be outside talking to Raul. When you get off work, find me, and we’ll ride home.”
“I can’t believe you went there,” she mumbled.
He turned and walked away from her. Without thinking, she picked up the wet towel and threw it at his back. The slap against the back of his vest as she hit her mark silenced the whole bar.
Slade’s head tilted to the side, and he slowly turned around making her angrier at his stupid self-control. Fear loosened her tongue. “I’m good enough to have sex with for two years when nobody knows about it, but not good enough to have any input on our lives.”
“Don’t,” he said, taking a step toward her.
“You can take your don’t and shove it up your ass, Slade Ramchett.” She searched the room, found Bruce, and said, “I’m leaving early, so you can dock my pay. If Rain has a problem with it, well he can take some of Slade’s don’t and shove it up his ass too.”
Her heels clicked against the wooden floor, down the hallway, and into the back room where she grabbed her purse. Her body vibrated with anger, and she wanted to scream or cry. Everybody always said bikers were a hard bunch to love, and she agreed.
She loved Slade enough for both of them, and he refused to see it. God, she could smack him.
For good measure, she slammed the door on her way out the back door of the bar. Two bikers sat on their motorcycles and she glared at them, just because right now her opinion of bikers leveled working overtime in four-inch heels. She was so over both of them.
She stuck her key in her car door lock, and found herself twirling through the air. Her breath whooshed out when her stomach met Slade’s shoulder. She hung upside down and screamed, kicking her feet.
“Let go of me.” She pounded Slade’s ass.
He shifted her farther back on his shoulder until she dangled from her hips. She inhaled a much needed breath and grabbed onto the back of his jeans to keep from falling. He continued walking with her, never missing a step.
“Dammit, put me down now,” she screamed.
He spanked her ass. She yipped, and her whole body stiffened. Her head bounced off the back of his legs with each of his steps. “Slade, please, let me down.”
He climbed up onto the porch of one of the cabins behind Cactus Cove where the members often stayed and kicked in the door. Then he yanked her back over his shoulder and slid her down the length of his body. A body hard and aroused.
The strength to move away from him fled and the anger coiling deep in her stomach resembled a mini orgasm. “Damn you,” she whispered.
He captured her lips and backed her up against the wall, holding her prisoner to put his hands on her body. In the tangle of arms and legs, he had her tank off and her jean skirt hiked to her waist. She removed his shirt and sprawled her hands on his chest, needing his heat on her.
“Drive me crazy, baby girl.” He stroked his tongue along the curve of her neck, while she heard the crinkle of a foil wrapper.
Top Selling Romance Author, Debra Kayn, lives with her family at the foot of the Bitterroot Mountains in beautiful Idaho. She enjoys riding motorcycles, playing tennis, fishing, and creating chaos for the men in the garage.
Her love of family ties and laughter makes her a natural to write heartwarming contemporary stories to the delight of her readers. Oh, let’s cut to the chase. She loves to write about REAL MEN and the WOMEN who love them.
When Debra was nineteen years old, a man kissed her without introducing himself. When they finally came up for air, the first words out of his mouth were…will you have my babies?
Considering Debra’s weakness for a sexy, badass man, who is strong enough to survive her attitude, she said yes. A quick wedding at the House of Amour and four babies later, she’s living her own unbelievable romance book.
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